Shall I compare thee to a piece of toast?

This poem is inspired by Shakespeare's sonnet 18, Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? I wrote this version for fun in my spare time. :)

Shall I compare thee to a piece of toast? Thou art more scrumptious and delectable: Unevenly the elements may glow’st, And sticking levers are detestable: Sometimes too long the slice of bread doth roast, And seldom do the crumbs not make a mess; And often it is much too sweet for most, If one should drizzle honey in excess; But thy eternal warmth shall never cool, Nor shall thee lose thy lovely golden hue; And I’ll rejoice that fate hath not been cruel, Each morning on beholding thee anew;

On this perception all the world agrees, That no delicious bread’s divine as thee.

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